Coney Island terminal

The Woods

little fella

The Road...An Eternity

Going back and forth
The street doesn’t end
The traffic is as always
In this place
Annoying cabs
Stupid visitors from far
Take pictures here
Take pictures there
And the street backs up

Going back and forth
Only trying to reach the end
Taxi cabs are as always
Full of people
New visitors from afar
Smiles here
Laughs there
And the street backs up

Going back on an eternal road
Back and forth
Trying to reach my home

Going back thru this endless path
Back and forth
Just want to be home

Spying

Thru the pit hole
Of your mind
I sit quietly
Murmuring your thoughts
Here I am
Knitting the web
Of the following day

Thru the hollow way
Of your brain
I jump around
Like a mad squirrel
Eating every bit of information
You have stored
Just so you forget
To send that note or report

Thru your conscience
I play dominoes
Without knowing at all
It is I who controls
Your ever move,
you act all tough

I’m the evil side in you
I’m the good angel dressed in black
But please, do blame god,
For he exists only in church!

Morning Heights

From the heights
of your room
a curious squirrel
poses a photo for you

The grey day
remarks the flavors
of those passing smiles
'a city that never sleeps'
awaken by the noise
of a cab
and a shout from the subway
'good bye'

From the heights
of your mind
a memory clouds
part of this crazy life

'where have you been?'
a voice asks
THIS IS THE PLACE TO LIVE
you confirm yourself
and a smirk draws in your face

Coffe and a walk, anyone?

Window

Thru this gated window
I see a future
Reflected on the past
I see a flowerless garden
Full of seeds


Thru this gated window
You and i
Discarded as stars
Only the outline
Just to not show all we are

Thru this gated window
I see a blank state of mind
Tranquil as the water
Quiet as the wind

Thru here and there
We are simply one

This is not it

The shadows of the everglades

Having lunch

Take Me Somewhere Nice

Ghosts in the photograph
never lie'd to me.

I'd be all of that
I'd be all of that.

A false memory
would be everything.
A denial my eliminent.

What was that for?
What was that for?

What would you do
if you saw spaceships
over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?

Every aircraft,
every camera,
is a wish that
wasn't granted.

What was that for?
What was that for?

Try to be bad.
Try to be bad.

Mogwai

I dreamed accousticly

Every curve
Every edge
Every string
Every set

Every ring
Every feel
Of my fingers
On your surface

Every note
Every tone
Every key
Every sound

Every touch feels
As the first
Every sound like
the best
And you still
Sing my songs

Singing nonstop
Composing together, hoping for the better

Play,
Play for me
For those who need to hear
Our voice, our screams
Cry
Cry for me
As I cry with every word
I write in this raining night

Lost in his own world

Autumn in New York

Getting there and not coming back....

Madison and his path

Madison
And his cage
Madison
In that support of life
With his ears in infection
For all he hears
Madison
Run away
Break free

Madison
And his cage
Of a sand castle
Madison and his fantasies of a futuristic life
Where he runs among water lilies
And sunflowers
In the sand

Madison
Don’t be sad
Some day you will
Be your true to yourself
(silvi that goes for you as well)

A rainny path

Back to Miami
And it’s rainy evenings of march
A sad welcome
For those used to the daylight
Of your sunshine

A welcome with tears


Back to Miami
Where have you been?
New york? What a waste of time!
Here in Miami
You feel the sun
You feel the heat
You feel the itch walking up your skin!

A welcome you will never forget
Even if a thousand miles away!

A new day began

The wait had ended

Quiero amarte en silencio, aunque signifique cobardía, darle mil besos al aire justo en el momento en que tus labios se posan en mi espalda, hablarte al oído aunque nunca me escuches, cantarte canciones, escribirte un poema y secar tus lágrimas con mis paños de amargura. Quiero amarte a oscuras donde puedo imaginarte, amarte con los ojos de mi imaginación, donde puedo borrar las heridas y olvidar el dolor, amarte ciegamente donde nadie me encuentre, donde no estés tu, donde no exista alguien que me hable de amor.

Prefiero amarte en silencio, amarte a oscuras, sin esperar nada a cambio. Amarte ahora más que nunca, cuando no me duele tu silencio y tu ausencia no justifica lagrimas en mi soledad. Prefiero amarte ahora que no estás, amarte más de lo que antes te amaba, amarte en los libros y en cada pequeño tesoro que se manifiesta en recuerdo, amarte solo sin sentirme amado, pero libre también si prefiero olvidarte.

Sueños que se vuelven recuerdos y anhelos que para siempre se irán. Hoy llueve en la ciudad que elegimos para olvidarnos, hay flores amarillas en nuestro balcón, un hijo te espera pegado a la puerta cuando siente a la gente caminar, un árbol me pide que no le hable más de ti.

Quiero amarte en silencio, acariciar tu recuerdo y despojarme de olvidos. Amarte ahora cuando de ti me alejo, cuando ya no queda motivos para regresar. Te amare desde lejos hasta cuando pueda olvidarte, te cantare canciones y te leeré poemas, te hablare de hijas que nunca nacieron, de animales huérfanos de madre, te besare lentamente mientras tu recuerdo se hace frio en mi interior. Y se nos acaba la sangre.

By: Salvador Dürer

Snowman

Building your eyes
I spent more than a year
And that nose
Uff half a life

That white body
Covered in ice
Didn’t I warm that off color
Of your smile?

Today for the first time
Your image next to mine
Figures next
In a photo that characters
An ice sculputer

And I only wish it’s I
Who whished to be yours

In your arms;
[Whispered] in your hands



Only i
To be in your frozen mind

Only I
If for a minute and half
Before that second
Passes by

Slide Away

Paradise Skyline

Tick Tack

Tick tack
Your breath
Your swinging arms
Your empty head
Floating above this pavement

Tick tack
Your heart
Your timed feet
Your lungs at the same speed

Tick tack
So many images
And you aren’t aware
You aren’t here
Just inhale

Tick tack
Tick tack

Almost there
Just half a mile away

Could be Anywhere

The simplicity of nature

Art on the Go

Maggie Valley road

Congelados en el tiempo...

Corriendo entre las hojas
Me encuentro,
Sin nocion de tiempo,
Sin deseos de tenerlo;
Sola y sin lamento

Todo lo que siento
tanto que llevo dentro
y lo guardo en el silencio
pq simplemente,
no quiero perderlo

Corriendo como ninna
Sin temer lo que temo
Sin pensar que ya no esta
Y sabiendo que ya no volvera
Corro como loca,
Corro en medio de mi soledad
Sin arrepentimiento alguno

Este lugar,
Este momento
Tantos recuerdos
Tantos sin olvidar

y yo,
Corriendo y sonriendo
Y yo,
saltando y recordando
cada instante
cada soplo de viento
Cada arbol
Cada trozo caido;

Este lugar,
Este momento
Tantos recuerdos
Tantos sin olvidar

Conmigo por siempre
se quedaron
congelados en el tiempo

J. Sanchez

Espanola Way

Dance a walts
Dance with me
Under these stars
No matter what

Let the rain bathe your dress
Let it wet your hair
Dance as if the first time
Dance as if the last

Press your body against mine
Feel my rhythm
Feel my heart

Move your hips
Don’t be still
Dance with me honey
Dance with me

Dance a tango
Dance it with me
Under this lighted night
No matter what

By J.Sanchez

Insights from inside

The stairs of the brick castle
indicate the way to heavens
By the gated windows
Thru the hollow rooms
And up up you go
Chasing an unreal dream
A fantasy; that of a child




The hall has scripts of a past tale
As a reminder
It said all, but you didnʼt hear a word
Keep going, donʼt slow down!
Up up you go
Running as always
Racing to reach the top
Nearly in awe
But notice very little, if anything at all




At a complete stop with the gate broken
The dreams crashed
The smile stolen
And the heart? The soul?
Where are they at?
The guide laughs
And as you look back only the clown nods
In whisper you hear ʽJumpʼ
It is all done and gone

A place for dreamers

Only at the Keys

The forgotten perfection

Welcome back to the city

Feeling that peacefull moment

Canal St.

A Simple Morning

Pelicano

i will take a break

Looking up.

No Time to Look Back

Les Choses de la vie

Fish Market

On a Sunday Morning

Old New York

Start spreading the news, Im leaving today
I want to be a part of it - new york, new york
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep
And find Im king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
Ill make a brand new start of it - in old new york
If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere
Its up to you - new york, new york

By Frank Sinatra

Reflexions

Flatiron

I found myself agape, admiring a skyscraper — the prow of the Flatiron Building, to be particular, ploughing up through the traffic of Broadway and Fifth Avenue in the late-afternoon light.
By H.G. Wells, 1906

No Regrets

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

By Robbie Williams

Enjoy the Silence

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

By Martin L. Gore

From the top of the World

Drawing the moment